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I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke,
But here I am to speak what I do know.
You all did love him once, not without cause;
What cause withholds you, then, to mourn for him?
O judgment, thou art fled to brutish beasts,
And men have lost their reason!-- Bear with me;
My heart is in the coffin there with Cæsar,
And I must pause till it come back to me.
I Cit. Methinks, there is much reason in his sayings
2 Cit. If thou consider rightly of the matter, Cæsar has had great wrong.
3 Cit. Has he not, masters?
I fear, there will a worse come in his place. 402. 4 Cit. Marked ye his words? He would not take the
crown; Therefore, 'tis certain he was not ambitious. 403 i Cit. If it be found so, some will dear abide it.
2 Cit. Poor soul! his eyes are red as fire with weeping. 3 Cit. There's not a nobler man in Rome than Antony.
4 Cit. Now mark him, he begins again to speak. 407. Ant. But yesterday the word of Cæsar might
Have stood against the world: now lies he there,
And none so poor to do him reverence.
O masters ! if I were disposed to stir
Your hearts and minds to mutiny and rage,
I should do Brutus wrong, and Cassius wrong,
Who, you all know, are honorable men:
I will not do them wrong; I rather choose
To wrong the dead, to wrong myself, and you,
Than I will wrong such honorable men.
But here's a parchment, with the seal of Cæsar;
I found it in his closet; 'tis his will:
Let but the commons hear this testament
(Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read),
And they would go and kiss dead Cæsar's wounds,
And dip their napkins in his sacred blood;
Yea, beg a hair of him for memory,
And, dying, mention it within their wills,
Bequeathing it, as a rich legacy,
Unto their issue.
4 Cit. We'll hear the will. Read it, Mark Antony.
Cit. The will, the will! we will hear Cæsar's will.
Ant. Have patience, gentle friends; I must not read it;
It is not meet you know how Cæsar loved you.
You are not wood, you are not stones, but men;
And, being men, hearing the will of Cæsar,
It will inflame you, it will make you mad.
'Tis good you know not that you are his heirs;
should, O, what would come of it! 411. 4 Cit. Read the will; we will hear it, Antony; you
shall read us the will; Cæsar's will ! 412. Ant. Will you be patient? Will you stay a while?
I have o'ershot myself, to tell you of it.
I fear I wrong the honorable men,
Whose daggers have stabbed Cæsar: I do fear it.
4 Cit. They were traitors! Honorable men!
Cit. The will! the testament!
2 Cit. They were villains, murderers! The will! Read the will!
Ant. You will compel me, then, to read the will?
Then make a ring about the corpse of Cæsar,
And let me show you him that made the will.
Shall I descend? And will you give me leave?
Cit. Come down.
2 Cit. Descend. [He comes down from the pulpit.
3 Cit. You shall have leave.
4 Cit. A ring: stand round. 421. i Cit. Stand from the hearse, stand from the body.
2 Cit. Room for Antony!- most noble Antony!
Ant. Nay, press not so upon me; stand far off.
Cit. Stand back! room! bear back! 425. Ant. If you have tears, prepare to shed them now.
You all do know this mantle : I remember
The first time ever Cæsar put it on;
'Twas on a summer's evening, in his tent,
That day he overcame the Nervii.
Look! in this place, ran Cassius' dagger through:
See what a rent the envious Casca made :
Through this the well-beloved Brutus stabbed;
And, as he plucked his cursed steel away,
Mark how the blood of Cæsar followed it;
As rushing out of doors, to be resolved
If Brutus so unkindly knocked, or no;
For Brutus, as you know, was Cæsar's angel :
Judge, O you gods, how dearly Cæsar loved him!
This was the most unkindest cut of all:
For, when the noble Cæsar saw him stab,
Ingratitude, more strong than traitors' arms,
Quite vanquished him : then burst his mighty heart;
And, in his mantle mufling up his face,
Even at the base of Pompey's statue,
Which all the while ran blood, great Cæsar fell.
O, what a fall was there, my countrymen!
Then I, and you, and all of us fell down,
Whilst bloody treason flourished over us.
O, now you weep; and, I perceive, you feel
The dint of pity: these are gracious drops.
Kind souls, what! weep you, when you but behold
Our Cæsar's vesture wounded? Look you here,
Here is himself, marred, as you see, with traitors.
1 Cit. O piteous spectacle !
2 Cit. O noble Cæsar!
3 Cit. O woeful day!
4 Cit. O traitors, villains !
i Cit. O most bloody sight!
2 Cit. We will be revenged; revenge! about, -seek, burn, - fire, — kill, - slay! — let not a traitor live. 432. Ant. Stay, countrymen.
i Cit. Peace there! - hear the noble Antony.
2 Cit. We'll hear him, we'll follow him, we'll die with
him. 435. Ant. Good friends, sweet friends, let me not stir you up
To such a sudden flood of mutiny.
They that have done this deed are honorable :
What private griefs they have, alas ! I know not,
That made them do it; they are wise and honorable,
And will, no doubt, with reasons answer you.
I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts :
I am no orator, as Brutus is;
But, as you know me all, a plain blunt man,
That love my friend; and that they know full well
That gave me public leave to speak of him.
For I have neither wit, nor words, nor worth,
Action, nor utterance, nor the power of speech,
To stir men's blood : I only speak right on;
I tell you that which you yourselves do know;
Show you sweet Cæsar's wounds, poor, poor dumb
And bid them speak for me: but, were I Brutus,
And Brutus Antony, there were an Antony
Would ruflle up your spirits, and put a tongue
In every wound of Cæsar, that should move
The stones of Rome to rise and mutiny.
Cit. We'll mutiny.
I Cit. We'll burn the house of Brutus.
3 Cit. Away, then! come, seek the conspirators,
Ant. Yet hear me, countrymen; yet hear me speak.
Cit. Peace, ho! Hear Antony, most noble Antony.
Ant. Why, friends, you go to do you know not what.
Wherein hath Cæsar thus deserved your loves ?
Alas, you know not:- I must tell you, then. –
You have forgot the will I told you of.
Cit. Most true; — the will; — let's stay, and hear the will. 443. Ant. Here is the will, and under Cæsar's seal.
To every Roman citizen he gives,
To every several man, seventy-five drachmas.
2 Cit. Most noble Cæsar! — we'll revenge his death.
3 Cit. O royal Cæsar!
Ant. Hear me with patience.
Cit. Peace, ho!
448. Ant. Moreover, he hath left you all his walks,
His private arbours, and new-planted orchards,
On this side Tiber; he hath left them you,
And to your heirs forever; common pleasures,
To walk abroad, and recreate yourselves.
Here was a Cæsar: when comes such another? 449. i Cit. Never, never! - Come, away, away!
453. Ant. Now let it work. Mischief, thou art afoot,
Take thou what course thou wilt! - How now, fellow?
Enter a SERVANT.
Serv. Sir, Octavius is already come to Rome.
Ant. Where is he?
Serv. He and Lepidus are at Cæsar's house. 457. Ant. And thither will I straight to visit him.
He comes upon a wish. Fortune is merry,
And in this mood will give us anything. 458. Serv. I heard them say, Brutus and Cassius
Are rid like madmen through the gates of Rome. 459. Ant. Belike they had some notice of the people,
How I had moved them. Bring me to Octavius. [Exeunt.
Enter CINNA the Poet. 460. Cin. I dreamt to-night, that I did feast with Cæsar,
And things unlikely charge my fantasy.
I have no will to wander forth of doors,
Yet something leads me forth.
I Cit. What is
2 Cit. Whither are you going?
3 Cit. Where do
4 Cit. Are you a married man, or a bachelor?
2 Cit. Answer every man directly.
1 Cit. Ay, and briefly.